Somewhere between the plastic dog-earedFlaps of the kitchen screen doorRests a little gypsy mothWho got burned out from the warIt was a big one - the war that isIt was a Sunday afternoonThe gypsy was held a prisoner by theScreen door from the moon

Somewhere between the dog food and theMoth in the kitchen screen doorI fell in love with a gypsySo I signed up for the warShe was a big one - the moth that isShe was the size of a baby raccoonI pulled down the plastic prison wallsAnd we danced in the light of the moon

She knows nothing at all about lifeShe knows everything about livingShe knows nothing at all about lifeShe knows everything about living

She looped and swirled and dove and twirledIn a dance and celebrationWe'd won the war of the kitchen screen doorAnd the gypsy's liberationIt was a big one - the victoryAnd the sun gave way to the moonWe got drunk and she thanked meAnd then we drank all afternoon

Somewhere between the back porchAnd the yellowy light of the moonWaits a widow weaving wondersOn a Sunday night in JuneShe was a big one - the spider that isAnd she never even batted an eyeWhen the gypsy flew into her web and I thought

You know sometimes it might be difficultTo walk a straight line when you'reHalf in the bag and three sheets to theWind so to speak, but to fly?

She knows nothing at all about lifeShe knows everything about livingShe knows nothing at all about lifeShe knows everything about living

(Jam)

She knows nothing at all about lifeShe knows everything about livingShe knows nothing at all about lifeShe knows everything about livingShe knows nothing at all about lifeShe knows everything about livingShe knows nothing at all about lifeShe knows everything about living